Gummy didn’t understand. His Pinkie had left him. She had brought him out to the swamp to play in the water as she so often did, allowing him an hour or two to indulge the animal within - blissful time he usually spent meditating in silence, on the beauty and wonder of his life, or the delicious taste of swamp flies.
But this time there had been no games. No laughter. No kisses, tasting of chocolate and filling his kind and generous heart with delight. There had been only silence. And when he had tried to inquire, to ask what was wrong with his Pinkie so he could make it better he had only made things worse.
He had tried to latch onto her mane, and whisper comforts in her ears as he so often did - but she had cried out, and scolded him. Pushed him away. As she had removed the hair from between his teeth - those strange, pointy abominations he had never been allowed to have before - he had tasted her tears, sweet and delicious like Sarsaparilla, but oh so heart breaking.
And he had realised. Had known, right then - she didn’t love him anymore. He had done something, or said something, or eaten something that he shouldn’t have, and now his world, as bright and pink and fuzzy as she remained, was breaking apart before him. And as he stroked her mane, with the yellow one - he normally would have been saddened, at not remembering her name, but today he didn’t care - looked on, afraid and saddened, she hugged him. Just once. It was warm and cuddly and soft and safe, as it always had been, but it was also goodbye.
Because then she was gone. Without a word, and without a warning. And he was still there, wondering. Hadn’t he been a good Gummy? A clever Gummy? A kind Gummy? He had been a handsome Gummy, he knew, and a caring Gummy. But… it hadn’t been enough.
As surges of emotion - pain, and fear, sorrow and regret - flowed through him, filling him with an agony no lesser gator could comprehend, Gummy blinked back tears. Dimly, he was aware that he hadn’t moved from that spot in four days. For one such as him - so brimming with life and energy, never still - that was almost unthinkable.
Gummy did not care, for he was broken. Broken like a candy wrapper, sailing through the wind and filling it with the delicious scent of eclair, dancing on the breeze, twirling before his eyes, enticing him. Tempting him. Calling him. He darted forward, lunged for it, and found it to be real. And then, from atop her head - a reversal Gummy would never have believed possible a few short years ago - she stroked him.
“Heya, Gummy. I missed you, so I came to visit! I know Fluttershy said I probably shouldn’t, but…you missed me too, right?”
And suddenly, Gummy was whole again.
Yeah, I'm going to be honest - this is now a compilation for every short thing I write that I want to share, provided it has ponies. This is not thirty minute ponies. This was inspired by this comic and the comments made on it by Donny's Boy. And also by AbsoluteAnonymous, who is totally to blame for my need to write Gummy every chance I get.
I love you guys.
Poor lil Pinkie, it had to happen eventually. Oh well, at least it's best for the lil gator to live in the wild.
I have a feeling you will never leave Gummy alone ever again after Supplementary Materials.
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We love you too~
All of my loooooooooove.
GUMMY!
746256 That is an entirely slanderous and one hundred percent accurate claim, sir. I am shocked and offended. Hmph.
746958 Of course. I'm super lovable.
747012 It's okay, DB. Soon Twilight will cast a cloudwalking spell on him and he'll move in with Dash, leading to their wedding and a happily ever after for them both. It's a happy ending. I promise!
748042 Except when the spell wears off...
748067 I didn't say they lived in the clouds. I said they got married there. You see, Dash and Gummy are presently estranged - Dash finally realised Gummy could beat her at arm wrestling, now, and combined with the fact his hat doesn't fit him anymore well...she didn't take it so well. But Pinkie and Twilight have conspired to help him win her back.
He will swoop into the clouds on his majestic legs, and serenade her with his smooth, rapturous voice and Dash will realise they're made for one another. Then they get married, and relocate to a ground house with a third story made of clouds.
See? I have it all planned out.
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Gummy's voice = Barry White. HEAD CANON ACCEPTED.
748366 Excellent. That brings the total conversion count up to...I have no idea.
But it is also my headcanon, so I am pleased you find it to your liking.
Faux eloquent Gummy is instawin, oh boy. I love this.
809851 Faux eloquent Gummy is my favourite thing to write, hands down - it's just so ridiculous that I always end up snickering after I do.
Glad you enjoyed it, also.
Brilliant piece of writing.
Can reptiles feel friendship? Can they really even feel at all, with their relatively simple brains? Or, eventually, will Gummy only see what is, after all, an example of his natural prey?
Is this supposed to read 'his'?
Other than that, very cute and sweet.